frenchy420
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Message #69 posted by frenchy420 (Info) March 04, 2005 13:18:11 ET
I was just trying out some of my rusty writing skills recently. I haven't written a story since high school and I thought I'd see if I could still do it. Obviously this board doesn't get much attention, but I would still like to hear what anyone has to say, even if you think it's crap, I'd still like to hear your critque. I wasn't really wanting to post this on a writing website due to the whole story being centered around pot and all the profanity.
Anyway, I hope you don't find it to be a bore.
Thanks in advance for reading this!
:)
*frenchy
********GOOD SHIT*********
It had every appearance of being high grade pot, but it wasn’t. I was the first to notice that the herb wasn’t quite what it seemed. I poked my finger into the bag and began to break up nugs.
“What the fuck is this shit??” I exclaimed as I pulled out a bud examine up close, “Are those PINK crystals?? Jason, check this shit out. Do you see this?”
He held out his hand and I gave him the bud. I dunno why, but as soon as I handed off the nug. I wiped my hands off on my jeans. There was definitely something wrong with this bag of greens, or should I say pinks. Who the hell ever heard of pink crystals on pot? Even though we’d just shelled out eighty bucks, I was apprehensive about smoking some of this shit. Caleb however had already snatched the bag away from Jason and was busily loading the bowl of our bong.
“Who gives a shit what it is! This isn‘t science class, it‘s 4:20, fucker,” and with that he proceeded to spark it up. I was watching with great interest to see what would happen to him. He hacked for a couple of minutes after exhaling and pronounced it to be some good shit. Jason took his hit next, nodded, and then passed it along to Tara. She paused before her hit, a little unsure as to if she really wanted some of this action. After a moment of inner debate, she decided to go for it. Well, shit. Not wanting to be a pussy, I had to take a turn also. I steeled myself for the worst, but it tasted fine, wasn’t too harsh on the lungs, and was pretty much just like all the other pot I’d ever smoked in my life. I figured that the little pink crystals must have come from some sort of weird-ass cross breeding, and then promptly forgot all about them as the bong came my way again.
As it turns out, I should have worried a lot more about those crystals. We all should have.
Later that evening, after smoking most of our bag, I noticed that Caleb was asleep on the floor. I poked Tara and pointed at him. We giggled a little bit, since his mouth was hanging wide open and he looked like twelve different kinds of all fucked up. Jason was outside barbequing some hamburgers for us, when suddenly we heard a loud bang and then a high pitched scream that quickly choked off.
“What the hell-?” I said as I jumped up from the couch and ran to the door, “Jason!? Are you all right?”
There was no answer. I ran out to the patio, where the grill was cheerily burning the shit out of our burgers, but Jason was no where to be seen. The only things moving in the slight breeze were tons tiny, pink, puffballs floating all over the yard, and the near the barbeque.
“What’s going on?” Tara asked a little breathlessly, “Where’s Jason and why the hell was he screaming like that? Good Crap! What‘s with all this pink shit??”
“I dunno,” I said. I was scanning the yard looking for some sign of, well, of anything really. I saw nothing. “This is some weird-ass shit going on right now….”
“JASON!!” Tara and I both shouted together, “JAAASON!!”
Still, nothing. Finally, without much hope, I said, “Maybe be went in the house to use the toilet…?”
“Why didn’t he answer though? I know he still could have heard us if even if he was in the house,” Tara said doubtfully, “This is really starting to creep me out. Let’s go wake up Caleb.”
“Ok,” I said and went over to the grill. The hamburgers were probably nothing but char by now, but they needed to be turned off before the barbeque burnt itself up. I opened the lid to see four blackened burgers and two charred eyeballs staring up at me. I began to scream at the same time as Tara, who had already returned to the house. I turned from the grill, and puked up a puddle of pink on to my own shoes. I looked miserably at the mess for a moment and then ran for the house.
“OMIGODOMIGODOMIGODOMIGOD!!!” Tara was shrieking hysterically, “HIS EYES, OH GOD, HIS FACE!!!!”
I skidded to a stop in the doorway of the living room. I did NOT want to see whatever it was that was making Tara scream like that. But, of course I saw it anyway. Caleb was still sprawled on the floor, only Tara had turned him over onto his back, and you could see that he definitely wasn’t sleeping.
“OH-!” was all I had time to say before I puked again, and then again. Caleb’s body was on it’s back, but his face was still on the floor. His skull gleamed a whitish-pink where the skin of his forehead and cheeks had been, and his eyes and mouth were glittering holes filled with pink crystals. His face was a pile of flesh on the carpet, with the eyeballs sitting in the center like two moist meatballs atop a plate of spaghetti. Even as I looked, the flesh from the floor and from his body was turning into small wispy puffballs, gently skittering across the floor in the breeze from the overhead fan. The bones began to take on more of a pink tinge and then started to crumble in on themselves in a small bursts of pink powder.
“Oh Tara, this is some bad, awful shit. Oh, Tara….” I turned to look at her and saw her collapsing half on and half off of the couch behind her.
“NO!! NO! NO!!” I screamed. I grabbed her and tried to haul her to her feet. Her skin had a slide-y, fiber-y, feel to it. I spun her around to face me and saw her eyes were rolling around madly.
“Ungh, uhhh, ug-!” she groaned. She couldn’t seem to speak and when her mouth fell open I saw why. It was filled with fibrous pink crystals and she seemed to be choking on them. Tara struggled to spit them out, frantically clawing at her face. I saw big hunks of her skin come peeling off in her hands as she tried to pull all that pink shit out of her mouth.
“Oh shit. Oh Fuck.” In my mind, I was screaming those words, but in actuality I was barely getting out a whisper. I watched as Tara collapsed in a puddle of rapidly disintegrating skin and bone. She landed face up on the floor, next to what was left of Caleb. Her eyes locked with mine and I was helpless to turn away. I could see her them starting to bulge with some sort of inner pressure. I did NOT want to see this either, but GUESS WHAT?! I saw it anyway, right up close. Seconds later, her eyes popped like chestnuts on a fire, one of them smacking me right in the face.
“eek.” I squeaked in a small voiceless scream as I backed up across the room. My heels knocked into something solid, that fell over with a thud and a splash. I tore my eyes away from what was left of Tara and Caleb, to look at what I had tripped over. It was the bong. My eyes widened in terror, for now it was obvious to me that the pink crystals on the pot were no mere accident of weird strain cross-breeding. We had all smoked the shit and now three out of four of us were nothing but a pile of pink fibers and crystals.
“Oh, this is sooooo bad.” I moaned to myself. I was starting to feel an odd sliding sensation in my own skin now. I knew that I was on my way to becoming my own pile of pink, so I did the only thing I could think of. I picked up the bong with trembling fingers and replaced the spilled water. I grabbed the bag with what was left of that awful pink shit and carefully sat down on the floor. I fully loaded the bowl and began toking. When the skin started sliding of my face and hands in strips, I took no notice and kept inhaling smoke. I exhaled and a glistening mist of pink fibers floated in the cloud in front of my face. It wouldn’t be much longer now. First the left eyeball, then the right, pop and slide down my face. Blindly, I reach for the last handful of pot and shove it in my mouth. The effort of swallowing was just too much though, since pink crystals were almost flooding my mouth completely.
My last thought,
“I guess that really was some good shit……...”
*Frenchy the Hempster
March 4th, 2005
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